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Say Something
So your probably wondering how this all happened right? Well I guess I have to start at the beginning for you to understand. It all began on the train back to school for my 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was happily pulling my trunk down the train corridor. I was happy because one I was not stuck in a compartment full of giggly gossipy girls and two because I made Head girl and if I was lucky Remus Lupin would be Head boy.
Oh man…Remus Lupin…He is/was my dream guy. I mean seriously you can't meet Remus Lupin and not fall in love with him. He was tall, maybe a little to skinny, had sandy brown hair, and these dreamy misty blue eyes. Not to mention he's smart, and rivals me in all of our classes. The only bad thing I can think about Remus is that he's friends with the most foul mouthed, inconsiderate, big heads ever to walk this plant. Potter, Black, and Pettigrew. All I can do about it is shake my head and say poor Remus.
Anyway back to the story…I was on my way to the head compartment, because I'm head girl, (I love saying that) and when I got there and opened the door I dropped my trunk. This compartment was luxuries and beautiful. It was full of couches and chairs and even Butterbeer in a little cooler off to the side. Judging by the colors of the compartment I figured the other head was Gryffindor also. Yes, Lily Evans, you are correct; Remus Lupin is the other head!
I sat down after putting away my trunk and Ipicked up a piece of parchment that appeared on the table besides me. Before I had a chance to read it someone coughed behind me. I swear my heart fell three levels when i saw who it was,
"Um…Hi Lily."
"Go away Potter and make sure you give that badge to whomever you stole it from." Someone behind Potter snorted. Damn, Potter brought his shadows Black and Pettigrew,
"I sort of can't." He said nervously,
"And why not?" I shot back; I really wanted him to leave,
"…because I belong here." I snorted. Yeah, right, I mean seriously James Potter the head boy! Please… He then walked up to me and pointed at the parchment,
Dear Miss. Evans and Mr. Potter,
Congratulations on…
CRAP!
"How are you head boy?" I shrieked really talking to myself then to the other people. Potter just shrugged and sat across from me. Black and Pettigrew sat on a couch and I raised my eyebrow at them, "OUT!" I said pointing at the door,
"Damn Evans I thought you loved me." Black said putting on a puppy face and looking at me. I glared at him and soon after he and Pettigrew left leaving me and Potter alone,
"The prefects' meeting begins in five minutes." He said reading over the parchment and looking up at me,
"So, do you know what to do?" I asked in a huff. Why me!
"I guess so." Why hasn't he asked me out yet? Not that I wanted him too. I mean I didn't think he could go for more than three minutes with out asking that horrible question.
Well the meeting went well…I guess. Potter surprised me by taking complete control and only asking me if he was doing alright. I could only nod. Has he changed? I mean is this just another prank of his? Oh well I didn't dwell on it much because I ended up looking at Remus the whole time. Discreetly might I add? He caught me once though and winked turning his attention back to Potter. I can only guess I blushed fourteen shades of red before looking at my shoes.
Later, after we got to Hogwarts and the feast was over, McGonagall approached me and James,
"Congratulations both of you." She smiled at me and nodded at James. I couldn't tell if she was happy or not that he was there… "I'm here to show you to your dormitory now." She turned to leave, but i stopped her
"Wait Professor."
"Yes, Miss. Evans?"
"You said dormitory as in singular. Do I have to share a room with Potter?" Potter looked at little put out but looked up at the ceiling pretending not to pay attention,
"No you don't have to share a room with him; you just have to share a bathroom and a common room. You can feel free to go back to your old dorm if you want to. All though your painting might take offense."
At this moment I don't know what's worse. Sleeping with a bunch of girls who only talk about the Marauders (aka Potter, Black, Pettigrew, and sigh…Remus), or sharing a bathroom with Potter…